The air in the penthouse was extremely quiet. There was a stark contrast to the usual tension that lingered in the home of Christopher Wilson, the mafia boss of the Wilson Mafia family.
Without delay, I plated a simple sandwich and poured a cup of coffee. It was just enough for me.
Within seconds, Christopher walked into the dining area, his movements deliberate, his presence commanding.
For a moment, he paused by the table. His eyes shifted to the empty spot where his breakfast used to be.
He was about to say something but before he could respond, one of his men entered. It was Gavin. His eyes lowered.
He was wearing a black suit. His gun was holstered at his side. He stopped a few feet away from Christopher.
“Boss, we’ve confirmed it was Lorenzo Russo’s men who attacked Ms. Levy yesterday.”
Christopher shifted his gaze towards me. The annoyance in his eyes was replaced by something far more dangerous. It was a controlled rage.
“Russo,” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it carried a weight that sent a chill down my spine.